Writing & Beer, Not Necessarily In That Order

Now, remember…I’m a video game nerd. I’ve played thousands of ‘em, to the point where I seriously hesitate to add up just how many hours I’ve spent in various games. Even more, in the past I’ve taken a professional role in the industry: some of the first freelance writing jobs I ever landed were for video games.

All of which is a long-winded way of leading into my favorite quote of all time*: “Well, shit.”

*Game, movie, book, you name it…

I fully realize that I…err…”missed” posting twice last week. There are a lot of things I could claim as an excuse for that, but let’s just say that I don’t want to bore you with all of my personal crap and leave it at that, shall we? We can all just assume that I was, err, distracted and leave it at that.

I did, however, watch the news last week.

Hooooo, boy, did I watch the news.

I didn’t actually want to watch the news, by the way, and I definitely didn’t try to, but how the hell do you MISS all the bullshit going on in DC last week?!

Okay, so…I watched the news…

Well, shit.

Last week was that specific moment that future generations will look back on and say, “Oh yeah, they were screwed.”

But…oh…is the screwage is just getting started, my friends…

Never mind. We don’t particularly need to dive into my specific brand of prognostication-cynicism at this point. As much as I love politics in general, I hate modern US politics. I also hate writing (openly) about them.

Look, I’m a libertarian, yet one of my best friends is a died-in-the-wool communist. And you know what? I just don’t care.

Others ask, “how can you be friends with him, with someone like that?”

I can be friends with him because I like him…and because I base my opinion of a person’s value as a human being on what they do more than what they profess to believe. And — honestly — if there is no room in this universe for different opinions*, and different types of people, then we truly are screwed…not just as a society, but as a species.

*Err…except for Nazis. And true racists. And assholes. And cat-lovers.

Umm…track…hello? Where are you? I seem to have lost you?

Ahem.

Do you have any idea how long it has been since I actually drunk-blogged a post? Yeah, it’s been that long…

But — and let’s be honest here — did you really think there was any other way I would touch on the Kavanaugh hearings?! I may have my own opinion about the DC circus, but I’m not going to presume that my take has any more importance or validity than anything already out there…and I’m certainly not going to dive into that particular briar patch!

I will admit, however, to having played my own personal drinking game during the 9+ hours of testimony last week: every time a party talking point came up (Team R or Team D), I had to drink.

I was, ahem, pretty much gone by 9:00am…and it just got worse from there.

In other “news”, I do have a 2-part post planned for later this week…or maybe for next week. The first part is a long-delayed astronomy-nerd post, then the second is intended to take that into the realm of how reality affects writing sci-fi. I am also working up a microfiction piece that is decidedly NOT flash fiction…